يا بَعيداً يَشتاقُهُ لِحظُ عَيني
وَقَريباً مَحَلُّهُ في فُؤادي
O distant one for whom my eye’s gaze yearns,
yet near, for your dwelling is within my heart;
تَشتَهي العَينُ أَن تَراكَ وَلَو بِت
تُ مَريضاً وَأَنتَ مِن عُوّادي
my eye longs to see you, even if I spent—
—the night sick, with you among those who visit me.
وَتَمَنَّيتُ لَو كَتَبتُ كِتابي
أَنَّ إِنسانَها مَكانَ المِدادِ
And I wished, were I to write my letter,
that my eye’s pupil might take the place of ink.
لا تَظُنَّ البُعادَ يُخلِقُ عَهدي
أَو تَحُلَّ الأَيامُ عَقدَ وِدادي
Never think that distance will wear my pledge away,
or that the days will loose the knot of my love.
أَنتَ مِن مُهجَتي مَكانَ السُوَيدا
ءِ وَمِن مُقلَتَي مَكانَ السَوادِ
Within my lifeblood, you occupy the place of the heart’s black—
—core; and within my eye, the place of its black pupil.
Sol 5.6